Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
The farther we got from the fire, the more I began to shiver, hugging my jacket around me even tighter.
Tyler cut me a glance with a cocked brow. “That little dress isn’t exactly built for New Hampshire summer nights.”
When I met his gaze, it was heated — even in the dark of the night. I felt those eyes on my calves, my thighs, tracing my lean, curve-less body until they locked on mine again.
“It was built for karaoke,” I defended, putting my hood up. “But maybe I should have changed when we got back here.”
Tyler chuckled, steering us toward the dock, and I followed, taking his cue and having a seat next to him at the edge of it. It was easy for him to plop down, but I had to lower down with all the grace of a baby giraffe, maneuvering so I didn’t flash him in the aforementioned short dress.
His feet dangled below him, and he sat his whiskey to the side, leaning back on his palms and looking out at the lake. The moon wasn’t quite as bright tonight, most of it shaded by thick clouds sweeping by. But still, there was a soft light from above, just enough to make the water glitter and shine.
I crossed my legs — more for warmth than to be a lady, and drank more of my whiskey. I was sucking it down a little too quickly, I realized. Still, the walk had woken me up, just like Tyler had said, and I loved the way the liquor burned on the way down.
“Here,” Tyler said, shrugging off his jacket. He draped it over my legs before I could protest, and I was instantly enveloped in warmth as the faint scent of his cologne rode the wind up to my nose.
“Thank you,” I managed, and I sipped my whiskey with my eyes on the lake.
There was something familiar about sitting next to Tyler on that dock. So many years ago, it had been one of our favorite places to hang out. Whether it was the two of us, or me and Morgan, or all three of us, we’d find a reason to traipse down to the lake and skip rocks off the dock, or watch Tyler attempt to fish, or simply hang our feet in the water when it was high enough. In the high heat of summer, we’d jump off the edge, letting the cool water envelop us, or latch a few floats to the end of it and catch some rays.
“I’m sorry about last night,” Tyler said after a long stretch of silence.
I sighed, eyes on my finger as it traced the lip of my glass. “It’s okay. You were right,” I confessed. “I was being prickly.”
“I was pushing you, though. I should have left it alone.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay.”
Tyler nodded, and his legs kicked gently below him as he leaned back on his palms again. “I don’t come out here nearly enough anymore,” he mused, reaching for his glass. He took a long sip before he continued. “I swear, somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, I entered into a serious love affair with my job, and I’ve neglected everything else, it seems.”
I stiffened a bit at his words, because it was the first time Tyler, The Man, was allowing me to see a little about who he was now that he was no longer Tyler, The Boy.
I knew that Tyler. I knew the cocky, care-free boy who never combed his hair and always smelled like sunscreen from being outside all the time. But the Tyler who went into a stiff, boring office every day? The one who wore suits and talked money with businesses and individuals alike? The one who had a superstar Instagram model girlfriend who his entire family already loved?
I didn’t know that Tyler at all.
“It’s easy to do,” I offered. “Gotta find the balance between work and play. What do you do for fun?”
Tyler laughed. “Fun. What’s that?”
He arched a brow my way, but I just smiled, waiting.
“I don’t know,” he offered. “I love to travel. Azra and I plan trips when we can get time off, or sometimes I’ll fly to join her wherever she has a shoot.”
My stomach did a flip at the sound of her name rolling off his lips, but I ignored it.
“What about when it’s just you?”
A small smile found his lips, his gaze on the water. “I like to light candles, put on a Hamasyan or Wang record, and read.”
Surprise flittered through me. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed listening to piano so much.”
“It’s sort of a new discovery, the past couple of years.” Tyler shrugged. “It’s peaceful. Sometimes I just sit there and listen, close my eyes, let my mind wander.” Something passed over him then. “It takes me back, in a way. Makes me think of simpler days.”